The first time I performed was open mic at “The Comic Strip”, the oldest stand-up comedy showcase club in New York. When I hit the stage, to my surprise, in the front row, sat a co-worker whom I had a HUGE crush on. She hadn’t told me that she was going to be there. I started my set and I got some laughs. But shortly afterwards, like a slow but powerful wave, I began to feel uneasy in the pit of my stomach and felt I was about to faint. Abruptly I told the audience good